Oh Oh Ophelia Novels & Stories

'One should teach their kids not to be so talkative, it might put them in a lot of trouble' Ophelia thought evilly and grinned at her reflection in the mirror. Though Khloé was acting like every normal child, it was this flaw that made Ophelia hate children. Ophelia hated herself as a child and simply wanted to grow older and destroy those who ruined her life. It gave her gladness and pleasure, ruining the little brats that made her childhood hell. The sight of them disgusted her. She also brought out a bottle of poison and a syringe. She opened the bottle of poison and injected the syringe into it. She closed the bottle and gazed at the yogurt.

Exhausted she crashed into the bed hoping that the sleep good finally find her now and before she knew she had passed to the dreamland. The next morning Ophelia was back to her routine as she found herself walking towards Marissa who was talking some thing with the cheerleaders But she couldn't see Jake anywhere. The moment Marissa saw her she signaled Ophelia to wait before she finished a Portrait and quickly jog towards her. "Good morning pumpkin!" Marissa beamed, Whatever mode she had been in last night had passed away. "I am great! How's the hangover?" Ophelia asked. "What Hangover?" Marissa Beamed swiftly on her feet.

“Hey, how can you be my daughter? I am not that old, just twenty-three years old, and how can you be my daughter? Anyone can guess just looking at me that I am not your mother. Have you gone mad that you prepared an identity like this? And what about another side, how can they agree to this. Sigh, now the identity card has been prepared, we couldn’t do that, just go with this, and why aren’t you showing up until now, still acting mysterious, huh.” With this Ophelia thought in her mind, ‘What has she gotten into? I think I shouldn’t have come today, really an unlucky day.’ “Hahahahahaha”

All I could do was watch, as I stood frozen like a statue. As they pulled apart, Ophelia let out a breath of relief, and her hands gently cupped Jenna's face. “Let's run and never come back here,” she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper. Still, I could hear her clearly. “Ophelia!” Jenna exclaimed and locked her lips once again on Ophelia's. “Ophelia?” I echoed , trying to recall where I'd heard that name other than here. If this truly was the mediaeval age, these girls could be executed for this abominable sin.

Her eyes are misty, a concerned frown on her face. “Damian, I’m okay. You’re okay.” She says. “Of course. But what did you do?” I ask. The glassy look in her eyes vanishes. She looks aside and then pales just as Henrick comes in clapping. “This is a miracle!” He says. “Calming energies. Mist.” Ophelia gasps, and before anything else– She slips from under my arm. And then she dashes away. Confusion rings about the room. Henrick exhaled, locking eyes with me.

I found Ophelia in the restroom, leaning against the marble counter, both hands gripping the sink as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Lia—" Her head whipped up. "Don't." Her voice was cold and trembling with fury. "Don't you dare pull me back there. Not with your pet names. Not with anything." "I didn't mean—" "You never mean to do anything, do you?" she spat. "You just destroy and apologize later."

“What did you just say?” She stared at me for what seemed like eternity but shutting her eyes briefly, as if trying to shut off the reality of whatever had appeared in her mind. “You were never ordinary, Ophelia. I saw that potential in you from the very beginning, and while I have no answers to your questions. I do have a question for you…” I stared at her with no response, a muscle in my jaw ticking as her words rang through my mind: I saw that potential in you from the very beginning?

"But we like ourselves, father. We can speak to Alpha Finlay, have me work as a maid in his palace until all your debts are repaid." "Never! Finlay wouldn't negotiate. His money or my head," Omega O'Cleigh took a step forward and put his hand over Ophelia's shoulder, "you're the fairest in our pack. Surely he'll be smitten by your pure and fresh looks," Upon hearing this, Ophelia fetched her skirt and ran away from her father's study. Hating the fact that she was thrown in such a position as the eldest child from the O'Cleigh Omega family. She was running towards the lake when she bumped into Stannis Robert, her romantic interest and best friend.

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

ROSALINE "He was so sweet and I don't even know what else to say anymore," I sighed as I played with the lipstick in my hand while I stared at my love struck face in the mirror. I felt like a fool in love. "So this is love," Lisa sang from the phone and I rolled my eyes. "Use your brain," I said and she chortled. "I do not appreciate you speaking of a dangerous man as if he is some prince charming," Blaze voice boomed.